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Anecdote LX: The End for Maliz & Chankel

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Fragments of Darkslaying. May 5th 2015 When the door burst inward, Falient was thrown back from it to the side of the room. There was a deafening explosion. The force shattered the stained glass, blowing it out in thousands of pieces into the yard beyond. Black shrapnel flew, biting into everyone around the table. There was a mad cacophony of screams and roars. Over it rang a harsh, grating voice, coming from somewhere beyond the door, “No Light will come to Maliz, but death will come to you.” Whipping wind was blowing through the door, stale and swirling with Dark more »

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Anecdote XXXI. A Demon Comes Home

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March 20th, 2014 • Avigdell Malstefin sputtered awake with a groan. Something was pawing at his foot, and he jerked it away on reflex. “Hey, hey, easy!” It was just Falient. “Easy, ol’ boy. You’re alright.” The Demon looked down to see Falient bandaging his tattered foot. His other foot was already wrapped, along with the wounds on his legs and arms. The stab wounds to his sides and belly had been cauterized– the farero’s fire, no doubt, he thought– and treated with a blackish green salve. He recognized the smell. “You have falstaroot here?” the Demon was surprised. “Aye,” more »

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Anecdote XXX. The Fallen Emperor Flees

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March 20th, 2014 Malstefin’s massive feet slipped on the loose gravel, but he caught himself on an outcropping of rock as he scrambled up the ridge. The shrieks of the pursuing Runners echoed behind him. He had always been swift, but never had he needed to run for his life. He pushed himself to the brink of collapsing, racing northward toward his only chance at life. His chest swelled in gasping breaths, throat dry and ragged from dust. He had covered hundreds of miles in the night and the day following. As the second night descended, he entered the last more »

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Anecdote XXVII. For Want of Saber

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  November 18th, 2013 • Avigdell “I’m goin’,” Falient told Lask at breakfast. “Today.” “I knew it would not be long,” Lask replied.  A mere week ago, they had discovered Falient’s Light-given weapon was not, in fact, lost to him. Since the Library revealed its location, Falient was determined to go after it. Lask would not stop him. Instead, he asked, “Shall I go with you?” “Aye,” said Falient. “At least as far as you can. I must go down into the fog alone.” “Very well. Do you know where the place is? Can you find it in your mind?” “Aye.” “Then more »